Artist/Band:
Deablo
Lyrics for Song: Mr. Death / I Cry
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Cris Cab
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MR DEATH
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Notnice try imagine sumn' like this,
Reach a di club and a vibes it,
Reach mi seh yow mi nuh like this,
But same time mi guh buck up pon a nice chick,
Tell har seh she cute and har body a di right fit,
Jus bill a spliff and mi jus about fi light it,
We a talk den mi hear a couple bine kick,
See a nigga point it,
Start move to mi drive quick
Den mi hear another shot another one back o' it
Hol' on pon mi side den mi gi' mi back a proper grip
Blood dat a drop a drip
Realize mi got a hit,
Friends start shake and a tremble like a crack addict
Mi seh nuh worry jus get mi to di doctor quick
Nah lie down inna nuh coffin weh mi mada pick
All of a sudden mi a wheeze like mi asthmatic
Mi life start flash inna mi head like a camera flick
Den mi seh tell mister death mi nuh ready yet
Can't get mi body fi guh burry yet
Eyes on di prize yeah di medi set
Straight fi di goal we a guh cuz mi ready…
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I CRY
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Although we feel like wi living in hell,
Try keep a smile like wi living is well,
But fi tell you di truth,
Bigger heads a deal with the youths like we live in Isreal.
Pure innocent youths dieing roun' here,
Only see the politicians every four year,
All dem want a wi vote,
But from dem get wi support, dem really don't care.
Mi seh di youths dem a feel it,
Yeah di youths dem a feel it,
but true wi always a smile,
but deep inside...
I Cry,
No tears in my eyes,
but believe me mi heart cry,
Fi di youth in di street,
No where fi dem sleep...
I Cry
No tears in my eyes,
but believe me mi heart cry,
Ghetto living it nuh sweet,
yet still wi affi dweet.
Still a step inna di street,
Still a tough it out,
Still a hustle everyday,
Still a thug it out
If me wake without food mi a go without,
Nuff man crumble under pressure cant hol' it out,
Mi mada tell mi from mi born seh mi nuffi vote,
all mi get a heineken a box a curry goat,
Drop a jail nuh MP nah let you out,
But dem quick fi gi' you gun and quick fi sell you out.
Mi seh di youths dem a feel it,
Yeah di youths dem a feel it,
but true wi always a smile,
but deep inside...
I Cry,
No tears in my eyes,
but believe me mi heart cry,
Fi di youth in di street,
No where fi dem sleep...
I Cry
No tears in my eyes,
but believe me mi heart cry,
Ghetto living it nuh sweet,
yet still wi affi dweet.
Although we feel like wi living in hell,
Try keep a smile like wi living is well,
But fi tell you di truth,
Bigger heads a deal with the youths like we live in Isreal.
Pure innocent youths dieing roun' here,
Only see the politicians every four year,
All dem want a wi vote,
But from dem get wi support, dem really don't care.
Mi seh di youths dem a feel it,
Yeah di youths dem a feel it,
but true wi always a smile,
but deep inside...
I Cry,
No tears in my eyes,
but believe me mi heart cry,
Fi di youth in di street,
No where fi dem sleep...
I Cry
No tears in my eyes,
but believe me mi heart cry,
Ghetto living it nuh sweet,
yet still wi affi dweet.
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